I swear to God, every time - and I mean EVERY. DAMN. TIME. - I come to the beach, this shit happens! I'll just be hanging out, having a whale of a time playing beach volleyball (Well... watching other people play beach volleyball...), then I turn back and BAM! My purse, my wallet, my phone, it's ALL GONE!!
They think I don't see them scurry away from the corners of my vision, tucking themselves away in the sand with their stolen loot before I can catch a glimpse of their beady little eyes and shiny carapaces. I've tried to tell my friends (Well... coworkers) about this, but they just won't believe me! They even got ME thinking I was just hallucinating the whole thing!
Well, guess what? I caught one of the fuckers RIGHT ON THE ACT! There it is, carrying my expensive ass water bottle I bought just last week away into depths unknown!
Right when I looked at it, it suddenly stopped moving. Is it waiting for me to look away like it's a horror movie villain or something?